This was the first time Clement had ever seen a dragon—in fact, he believed there were not many people in the entire world who had the chance to see a living dragon in real life.
And now he had seen one—no, two at once.
When a Cecil flying machine was shot down, there was a chance that two enraged dragons would burst from its exploding wreckage—the falling debris had become something even deadlier. What cruel joke from some terrible god was this?
In that brief instant, countless strange thoughts flashed through Clement's mind. Even he was astonished that he still had the leisure to let his thoughts wander so far under such circumstances, but his body's reaction was not delayed in the slightest—when he realized that he had become the target of those two furious dragons, his first response was to summon arcane power and create a vast expanse of warped, distorted mirror surfaces in the air around him. Then he leaped and shifted between them at top speed, hoping to widen the distance and find an opportunity to strike back.
The spell effect of the Swaro Mirror Maze bought him precious time. It proved that opening the distance immediately had been the right choice: the instant after he left his original position, he heard a deafening roar from behind him. One of the dragons opened its mouth, spewing forth flames that seemed capable of scorching the sky. The blaze had a short range, but its area far exceeded the barrages of those flying machines. If he had not chosen to retreat at once and had blindly met the attack head-on, he would undoubtedly have lost his first life to that searing Dragon Flame.
"Attention, all units!" Clement shouted his warning through Telepathic Communication while swiftly shifting beneath the cover